30 June 2004 * 15:57
Well, the kids rolled all over me to get me up this morning. This, of course, after being woke up by William kicking the front door open before 05:00 because he forgot his dog tags. Why didn't he just ring the doorbell for me to open it? Who knows. He doesn't have a key is why he didn't use any. And he made a point to tell me I really needed to have my snoring problem taken care of while he is gone because now he knows why I am tired 24/7. He had pushed me and told me to roll over once. That doesn't make a difference though, I still snore no matter how I lay.
I got a call from one of the girls who is doing the planning for the send off party. I told her in my e-mail I didn't have any money to work with but I was more than willing to work. She is supposed to take some bags and paints by William and I am to get the girls to put their handprints all over the bags. The bags are going to be filled with goodies. She said she had a ton of people already cooking. I bet they end up with a million chocolate chip cookies, LOL. We are supposed to meet about 13:00 Monday to put them together.
Also, I found out William isn't going to Tallil. It is a place south of FALLUJAH not Baghdad. He said they call it TQ because they can't pronounce it. It is Al Taqaddum. It is more SW than south to me. Take a look and see what you think. Anyway, it is close to all the major cities, and it makes me a little more afraid. But I am sure he will be just fine.
I heard today on the news that some say the Marine who was captured had actually gone AWOL and was heading out of the country, and was instead turned in to his so called Iraqi friends to those holding him hostage now. Who knows if it is true. His parents say it isn't true, he wouldn't do that. But who knows what war will make a man do? You know.
The kids are really getting on my freaking nerves today. First, Lauren stinks up a diaper. While I am getting the stuff for it, she sticks her hand in it. Yum. So I clean that up and feed them.
Well, nap time rolls around. Lauren passes out on the couch. I send Kaylee and she takes forever to go to sleep. Up and down and up and down. And I can't sleep with them, because Buster from Alabama Power came to repair the stove. The stove that had a $200 part and labor charge, not counting the initial $60 to come and see what was wrong. The stove that has worked perfectly every day since he left and ordered the part. But hey, Dad has to pay for it. Better safe than sorry I guess. FedEx comes by too. Then my neighbor to ask why we moved our mailbox to the yard. There mail has been stolen a lot from the people they bought their land from.
Now, they have refused to eat their dinner. Lauren ate a few bites. Kaylee is about to freaking die. Every time I tell her something she whines and gets on my damn nerves! "Uhhhh" is what is sounds like. ANNOYING! I am sick of repeating myself 43827483274897328740 times a day to that brat. I am about to start beating her. Not really, but hey, I feel like it. Lauren won't stay off of me. Kaylee poured water all out of the aquarium on Lauren's head. They are soaked. Then she comes and sticks her fingers in my liquid potpourri, which is gooey now, and makes a mess. And she takes stuff away from Lauren, who inturn screams angrily at the top of her longs with breaths longer than anyone I have ever seen. OK, I am stressed and I need a break from these kids. But, here I am, about to be a single parent for a while. OMG, can I really do this without going insane? And I ask that literally. can I do it?
Well, Lauren has me all wet now, because she has to wallow all over me when she isn't asleep and forgetting to. And Kaylee isn't minding. Must go punish the brat.
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